Alone

He Hurt Her...

Lydia fell asleep with her head resting on my shoulder while we were watching Stand By Me; one of her favorite movies.

I got up and laid her down so I could steal a quick shower. I couldn't but help to stare at her beautiful sleeping face. With her pink full lips, long eyelashes that make her big brown eyes mesmerizing, dimples that stand out when she speaks, light freckles and long, dark brown curly hair, Lydia is filled with natural beauty. When she's sleeping, Lydia's face is softer seeming, relaxed. She is smiling and it made me realize I am too.

I didn't plan on taking a shower when I came here, so I decided to air dry. I don't think Lydia would appreciate me using one of hers. I didn't really think this through. I don't have any extra clothes. Luckily, I always have an extra pair of boxers, but that is all I have. Oh well. Wouldn't hurt to wear the jeans I wore today. I'm heading home soon anyway.

When I walked out the bathroom, I hear loud thumping. Lydia. I rushed downstairs to see a man over her, in her. I haven't been noticed by him. Lydia is looking at me with tears streaming down her face. I run up to them. Just as he looks up at me, I punch him, knocking him off of her.

*The wording is awkward. I know, but I did not want to go in detail with that...